He Laughed When Wife Represented Herself — Court Gasped When She Spoke
Yuki Vance sat alone at the defendant’s table. She wore a simple navy blue dress she had bought at a thrift store 3 years ago. Her hands, resting on the polished oak table, were clasped tight, her knuckles white. There were no stacks of leatherbound files in front of her, no team of parallegals whispering…
